Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Thailand and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eyeless In Gaza to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ronan,
Symarip,
Graham Central Station,
Arab on Radar,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Robert Görl,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Remains,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
Nils Olav,
Camberwell Now,
Sun Ra,
Ultra Naté,
Underground Resistance,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boogie Down Productions,
Agent Orange,
DJ Sneak,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Christie,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
Jacques Brel,
Pierre Henry,
Schoolly D,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dual Sessions,
The Slits,
Mark Hollis,
Marvin Gaye,
Hasil Adkins,
Wings,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
The Slackers,
E-Dancer,
Television Personalities,
Icehouse,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
Sexual Harrassment,
The United States of America,
Neil Young,
Sister Nancy,
Angry Samoans,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gong,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cramps,
Warren Ellis,
The Names, The Names, The Names, The Names.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.